This is one of the greatest sixteen rpm, bludgeoning ab-metal albums ever made. A lugubrious cry for help against a stupid, unintelligible universe.
The sound itself is deep, leaden, like being eaten alive by sabre-tooth cancer. The vocals blend rage and despair, tiny melodic highlights sparkle like scattered teeth after a discussion on religious freedom.
Lyrically, it’s dense, battering, crushing. Like a lecture from someone who smashes you in the gut to emphasise EACH and EVERY important point.
This album will be thirty years old next year. Thirty-five minutes in hell (with a further twenty minutes of the ‘raping a slave’ EP tacked onto the end).
Every home should have one.
Why not read the novel that started it all? 1919 (inside)
A love story – on home-made acid – narrated by someone first used romatically, then set on fire, by the blue peter team, capering around the pyre like wrinkled vikings.